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I used to hang out at the neighborhood DQ in Western Hills with friends; also at Perrone and Park Pharmacy. Craig worked that DQ after school and weekends and rode the dedicated city bus with us to AHHS. Craig was a classy guy with a big smile. I remember him well.

What a cool tribute! I can only say I wish I had known him better....it would have been fun to hang with The Dude. Another one gone too soon. 

Laurie was fun in life. Rode to school in the rumble seat of her Model T. Drank my first beer with her at Burgers Lake. RIP

All these years I never spotted your Alcon history. I was a frequent visitor to Alcon 2017/18 while working at AJL. We coordinated their training events at the Worthington downtown with busses, vans and sedans in which I carried the principal speakers from and back to the airport. I had carried many a vanload also back and forth Alcon/Worthington.
Went back to JB Hunt 2019. Haven't lost a step through the pandemic.

The one person cheering section for the marble games at Monnig Jr. High. I dont recall a time I stepped up to a circle she was not there. And she would speak her mind! One of those you don't forget meeting.

Mary! This is Lisa Larkin Brinkerhoff... It was such a delight to see your picture & all of your many achievements in life since high school. Phil, my husband, & I will be at the Saturday evening event at the reunion. I am excited about visiting with you. See you very soon. Lisa 682-365-2829

Hi Ronnie! Sounds like you've had some great achievements! Glad to hear you're doing well. I have some good Jr. High memories of you in speech/drama class, too. Linda Haverstock Lawrence

Looking forward to seeing you again soon!

Posted on: Nov 02, 2017 at 8:27 AM

Laying low can be very cool, but surprised OE's best sprinter could be that chill.

Highschool was not a place I particularly wanted to be. I was painfully shy and just the thought of talking to girls was formidable at best. 

In what must have been our Junior year Scotty Moncrief sat next to me in Mrs Skupaka's biology class.

I didnt know it but my grandfather had once had business dealings with her grandfather.

Much to my dismay Scotty was friendly...she talked to me and laughed at my jokes.

One day Mrs Skupaka held up a drawing I had done of frog anatomy or something and told the class that we all needed to do a better job of showing the nature of things in our drawings. She said that she didnt think I would ever be an artist but that I could still do a better job. 

A number of people in the class started laughing because I had been singled out in elementarty school as having art talent. Scotty began teasing me about being an artist.

I did go on to pursue the arts and years later when I was on a grant from the NEA I met Mrs Skupaka again . She was working for the Albuquerque school district and I told her the story. Also years later one of the Moncriefs bought a sculpture of mine.

After my junior year I never talked to Scotty again, but talking to her in that class remains a very special memory to me. 

It reminds me of those formative years and learning to communicate with the opposite sex

Of course in our senior year, Scotty, Mike Smith, and Mike Malone, who was in cub scouts with me, died in a car wreck a few streets over from where I lived. I was on my motorcycle. I heard the ambulances and rode over to the street where the wreck had just happened.

In my mind those events encapsulated the fragility of life as we headed out the Arlington Heights High School door.